INSANE CLOWN POSSE

My axe iz my buddy, I bring him when I walk
me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
me and my axe cut bigot spinal chords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack
my axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain

[INTERLUDE]
Look into the deadest tree, tell me baby what you see
Don't you hear the branches cry, asking for the reasons why
Did they hang so many men, from the branches off of them
Why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way
Look into the moon's beam, can't you fathom what it's seen
Bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a bigot f**k
Why you think the heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard skys
Ain't no covering the tracks, that's why I'm here and oh yes